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7 months have passed, and Saeed still doesn’t know what “home” means.
He was born displaced, growing up between fear and exhaustion instead of safety. We tried to return… we only managed to stay for one month, holding on to the hope of a simple life, but that hope didn’t last. The area became dangerous again, and our home was marked… then destroyed.
Saeed never played in his home, never laughed in it, never had a chance to feel that he belongs somewhere.
Today, at just 7 months old, he sits on the rubble of his home… as if his childhood has been buried there too.
My heart breaks every day seeing him grow up like this—without safety, without beautiful memories.
This is not what I wished for my child… and not what any child deserves.
If you can help, even a little, or simply share our story… please don’t leave us alone 🤍
Every support means life to us 🙏
💔 My name is Donia. I am 34 years old, and a mother of eight children.
My name is Hisham, a 26-year-old young man from Gaza. Like any young person, I dreamed of a simple job to achieve my goals and build my future step by step, but the war turned all our dreams into rubble. We were displaced many times, carrying our homes on our shoulders, leaving our memories under the debris.
My family now lives in a tent with no stable shelter, my sister Jana has no school, and I have no steady job. My brother Kamal carries the burden of the entire family, working every day to secure just enough food, while I search for any work, no matter how difficult or dangerous, just to survive.
My mother, the beautiful dream we once cherished, wished for a calm and happy life for us, but the war tore us apart and shattered our hopes. As for Jana, my innocent sister, she lost her school, her books, and even her sense of hope, yet she still writes her dreams on small pieces of paper, hiding them in her torn clothes so they won’t get lost like everything else.
We are not asking for the impossible, only what keeps us alive with dignity and gives us a chance to rebuild our lives. Every donation, no matter how small, means so much to us. Your support will give us hope to keep going and try again. 🙏❤️
My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.
I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.
Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.
Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.
Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.
I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.
My name is Mohammed. I am 18 years old and live in Gaza City. I am still at the beginning of my life, dreaming of a better future. My father
So in Chapter 1 we had Top Chef, who is a spinning top and also cartoon Italian, who makes a 'Top Cake' for Clover's birthday, which you can either keep or turn in to be rewarded with 'SpinCake'. the cakes are just coherently tied to Topchef being a spinning top toy. ok
Chapter 5, as part of its "Chapter 1 nostalgia" aspect, has Hopschef, who is a hops flower (used to make beer) who hops and is also cartoon German, despite being in a Japan-themed dark world. Hopschef makes sourdough. when the party destroys the sourdough, Ralsei is able to heal it, which somehow turns into "TreeCake." why.
The TreeCake is a Baumkuchen, or tree-ring cake. Baumkuchen is a German variety of spit cake, but it has no special ceremonial significance in Germany itself, from what I understand. In Japan, however, Baumkuchen has become associated with weddings, as a gift for wedding guests.
Japanese fandom lingo for a seemingly endgame ship being broken up last minute by a different romantic pairing (バウムクーヘンエンド) references baumkuchen's role as cake served at weddings. the idea is that the person left single is stuck eating baumkuchen as a guest to the wedding between their former partner and somebody else. theres a vocaloid song about this
1. 'romance' and 'jealousy' are both themes of this chapter
("Chapter 5: The Field of Pink and Gold. The vast garden is charred in an inferno of jealousy." - Gerson Boom)
i dont really care about suselle vs krusie vs kriselle as like, a ship war thing. im not a shipper. im too asexual for that. im just throwing this information into the english language fandom like discord (greek not mlp) throwing the golden apple into the crowd. get killing everyone
We need 700 for my nephew's surgery. The operation is in a sensitive area of his body and cannot be delayed. The surgery will determine his future ability to have children, and it must be done quickly while he is still young, before he grows older and suffers greatly, and may also be unable to have children. Please don't leave us alone. Help us! Donate to us.
My nephew is his parents' only child. He lost his father in this genocide in the Gaza Strip and has suffered many traumas in this war. Please don't leave him alone. Donate for his operation. Please donate, donate! 💔😭
Isn't what I've lost enough? Isn't it enough that I lost my mother, the most precious thing I had, because of the occupation? They prevented her from traveling, and she was sick with cancer. Or should I tell you about my brother, who was martyred in this war? He was the father of my nephew, who needs surgery. He was killed by a bullet to the head. Or my uncle, who was martyred, and half of my relatives and friends. I'm trying so hard not to lose my young nephew too. Please donate, don't let us down. Donate, donate! 💔😭
Someone has donated 25 euros, but we still need 675 euros. Please donate—I swear I am crying right now; I cannot bear this. Please, my nephew’s condition is heartbreaking; I feel as though he is breathing his last breaths. Please donate—my heart aches terribly. I hope one of you understands and helps me. Please donate. 😭💔
Friends, we still need €580 to get the surgery done for my nephew as soon as possible. Please, do not let me down, and do not let down a soul waiting for your help. I have great hope in you—please, please donate. 💔😭
Guys, we still need 550 euros for the surgery, and the deadline is tomorrow. Please, please don't let me down; please donate so we can go ahead with the procedure. You are our only hope. I hope someone who can help in any way sees this. Please, please donate—please donate. 😭💔
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
Hello and thank you for visiting our page. My name is Kristina and I am helping raise funds for Alaa, a single mother in Gaza trying to surv
Hello friends, please, I need your support. My daughter Fatoum is my only provider. I will not forgive you if anything happens to me. Please take care of my child.Fatoum is two and a half years old. Imagine, she lost her father before she was even born because of the war.All I ask is to provide her with a decent life, food, and water, nothing more. I am unemployed. My child needs care and attention. She doesn't have her own shelter; we share a tent with other peoplePlease, I desperately need your support and donations.
I'm Bilal. I suffered a severe injury in the war, resulting in the loss of my eye and a large part of my intestines. More than 18 cm of my intestines were severed. My home and workplace were destroyed, and I'm now unable to support myself due to the injury. I'm completely helpless. I'm not asking for much; we're living a living hell. The bombing never stops, and the suffering never ceases.
We live in a dilapidated tent, and my tent has been bombed several times. Now my children have scabies due to the lack of hygiene and the sand.
I'm just trying to care for my children and provide them with the bare necessities. Please, if you can't donate, you can share and talk about my suffering.
i dont think whites understand how being white makes literally everything easier.
it effects everything.
being trans is easier when youre white.
being gay is easier when youre white.
being disabled is easier when youre white.
being a woman is easier when youre white.
being autistic is easier when youre white.
oppression is eased when you are white, as you get extra privileges, and your whiteness is seen as a positive characteristic that in some ways counter-balances your other forms of being a minority. whiteness controls everything.
you are automatically way more innocent in your own oppression as a gay, trans, disabled person because of your whiteness.
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